When Did Me Before You Come Out

Diya Wanda grew up in a convent since the day she was abandoned at the church entrance. She never let the abandonment put her down. She grew up to be a firm believer that there is goodness in the world. This was her weakness and downfall because when she went out into the world with the blessing of the nuns. She thought it would keep her safe. The world was not as she hoped, but she was a believer. This led her to Ace Torane. She fell in love hard, fast. Their love blinded Diya into believing her happily ever after would last forever. Until she witnessed his hidden horrifying side. She considered him unredeemable and fled than confront. With her long gone and his kept secret out, Ace's fury ignited because she left. She fled with something valuable enough to let him burn everything that was in his path, including Diya. ~WARNING. THIS BOOK CONTAINS VIOLENCE AND STRONG GRAPHIC CONTENT~

My husband, Jaxon Murray, was a renowned medical expert and owned a big company. He was participating in a clinical drug trial when someone tampered with his medication. Under the influence, he ended up entangled with an intern—ninety-nine times, right there on the lab table. When he regained clarity, he rushed home, locked himself in the bathroom, and submerged himself in the tub without food or water as he waited for me to return from work. "Lauren," he said, "my medication was switched during the trial. I made a terrible mistake. But I paid her off and had her dismissed. She'll never appear before me again." I wept miserably, clutching my belly that had once again failed to carry life. And in the end, I chose to forgive him. Several months later, he crashed into a guardrail while answering a phone call, causing me to miscarry. The injury left me unable to conceive for life. He buried his face in the crook of my neck, his voice choked with remorse. "Darling, I don't deserve you. I'm so sorry… We don't need children. We have each other, isn't that enough?" One day, I went to bring him lunch, only to find him in the next hospital room, cradling and feeding the woman he swore he'd never see again. "She's too weak to eat by herself," he said. "She has early-stage stomach cancer. There's no one else to take care of her… she's all alone." I chose to believe him. Again. Until one day, a pair of twins appeared in our home. Sophie Dixon knelt before me, wearing the postpartum gown he had once lovingly picked out for me, clutching my hand with tears streaming down her face. "It's all my fault. Please don't blame Jaxon. If you say the word, I'll leave with the children immediately." Jaxon grabbed my other hand, desperation thick in his voice. "Lauren, you've always been the kindest person I know. The children are still so young. How could Sophie possibly raise them alone? You wouldn't be that cruel… would you?" I looked down at the hands gripping mine from both sides, and suddenly, I laughed. "Jaxon, let's get a divorce. I wish you both a lifetime of happiness."

The day Calista Everhart gets divorced, her divorce papers end up splashed online, becoming hot news in seconds. The reason for divorce was highlighted in red: "Husband impotent, leading to an inability to fulfill wife's essential needs." That very night, her husband, Lucian Northwood, apprehends her in the stairwell. He voice was low as he told her, "Let me prove that I'm not at all impotent …"

Three years after our breakup, I never thought I would see Connor Rogers again. He was no longer the ordinary man I knew; he was now untouchable, the head of a powerful corporation. And me? I was broke, scrambling every day just to survive. Every ounce of my pain traced back to him. I once loved him with everything I had. Now that love had curdled into hate. I straddled him, naked, and drove him wild with desire. I leaned down and whispered in his ear. “Give me the contract.” The moment his eyes clouded over, I knew I had won. The smile I gave him was one I’d rehearsed a hundred times, until it looked real. No one saw what lay behind it: my mother’s death, and the child I lost at eight months. Our child. Connor’s fiancée once destroyed me, simply because I still loved him. But she can’t touch me anymore. Now he was the one begging me to come back, heartbroken, even willing to defy his family for me. When he held out a massive diamond ring and asked me to marry him, I hesitated.

I've been in a coma for six months after a car accident. When I finally wake up, the first thing I hear is something sloppy in my hospital ward. My girlfriend, Quinn Simpson, is in here. She's kissing Chad Scott, her true love. Chad looks uneasy as he glances at me every few seconds. "Quinn, don't do this. I heard coma patients can still hear things. If Mateo hears us—" Quinn scoffs, completely unbothered. "So what? He's a vegetable. Probably won't wake up for the rest of his life. It's better this way, isn't it? Didn't you say you liked living on the edge?" They talk trash about me right in front of my face. I can even feel the contempt in Quinn's eyes. When the two of them finally leave, they don't notice the effort it takes for me to crack my eyes open. But the nurse who walks in next does. She sees it immediately and slams the emergency button. Once I start regaining strength, the first thing I do is send a message to my parents. "Mom, Dad, I'll do the arranged marriage."

Buong akala ni Kamila ay natagpuan na niya ang lalaking babago ng kaniyang buhay. Ang lalaking handa siyang mahalin ng totoo at tapat. Ngunit ang inaakala niyang mala-fairytale na buhay ay naging kabaligtaran pala nang malaman niya ang lihim ng asawa. Higit pa doon ay ang ginawa nito upang taposin na nang tuluyan ang taling nagdurugtong sa kanila. Sa kaniyang pagbabalik ay sinisiguro niyang magbabayad ng malaki ang may kagagawan kung bakit nawala sa kanya ang lahat. At uunahin na niya ang asawang si Miguel Coleson Guevarra. . . Ngunit paano kung ang paghihiganti ay mauwi sa isang mainit tagpo? Magagawa pa kaya niyang lunukin ang galit at magpalamon muli sa kaniyang emosyon?

I died on the day I was supposed to receive the Pack’s Distinguished Service Award. Three hours after I died, my parents, my brother, and my mate were just wrapping up the graduation party they’d thrown for my sister. While my sister, Ella, was posting a cozy family photo on Instagram, I was locked in our basement, using my tongue to swipe on my phone and call for help. The only person who answered was my mate, Ryan. All he said was, "Sophie, cut the drama. Ella's graduation party is important. Enough with the tantrums!" This was the ninety-ninth time they had let me down. And the last. I lay in a pool of my own blood, my lungs still. They thought I was just throwing a fit, hiding somewhere. That if they taught me a lesson, I’d come crawling back. But they didn't know. I was home the whole time. I was already dead.

Five years after I rejected my mate, Shawn, he had become the Lycan King — and most importantly, he now had a beautiful mate. During the Werewolf Alumni Reunion, someone suddenly brought me up. “What’s Kendra been busy with? She hasn’t shown up at a single reunion in years.” Someone sneered. “She’s too busy seducing alphas from other packs — on airplanes.” “On airplanes?” “Yeah. She’s a werewolf flight attendant with FullMoon Airways. They cater to alphas and lunas from all kinds of packs. I’ve seen her on board before. You wouldn’t believe how flattering she acts around those prestigious wolves.” “Really? Kendra’s a werewolf attendant? No surprise — she’s always dreamed of being claimed by some single alpha.” Hearing that, Shawn, sitting at the center of the table, flinched slightly. His fists tightened. “A werewolf attendant?” he murmured. “Yeah, Shawn... but haven’t you gotten over her by now? It’s been years.” He froze for a second, then quickly composed himself and held his mate’s hand beside him. Everyone’s attention turned to the flickering moonstone ring on her finger. “I’ve long forgotten her,” he said flatly. “Come to my bonding ceremony next month. There will be a sacred ritual at the temple.” “Wow...” Applause filled the hall. But only I, whose soul had been drifting in the air all along, slowly lowered my head upon hearing the news.

"Segalanya dimulai dari pandangan pertama, ketika kau tahu kalau dia akan menjadi milikmu." Rosalind Prada telah memenangkan kompetisi untuk membuat sebuah lukisan besar di tengah-tengah lobi sebuah gedung baru milik Adelio Carlos. Di sebuah pesta untuk memberi penghormatan pada dirinya, Rosalind pertama kali bertemu Adelio, dan langsung tertarik padanya. Ini juga membingungkannya, Rosalind biasanya tidak tertarik terhadap orang asing. Pria yang misterius, intens, berkuasa. Adelio benar-benar membuatnya bingung. Tapi Rosalind menyukainya. Sedangkan untuk Adelio, Rosalind adalah jenis wanita yang tidak bisa dia tolak, seseorang yang jarang dia temui. Kemudian dengan satu cara, Adelio akhirnya berhasil membuat Rosalind menyetujui perjanjian hubungan di antara mereka. Yaitu tidak ada komitmen apa pun. Rosalind adalah gadis usia dua puluhan yang berjuang untuk menyelesaikan kuliahnya dan berjuang untuk hidup. Wanita yang ceria, sederhana, berkemauan keras. Berjiwa seni tinggi dan sedikit lugu, dan tidak pernah menyadari kalau dirinya adalah wanita yang sangat cantik dan menarik. Adelio adalah pria kaya raya yang berwibawa di usia tiga puluhan yang sangat menyukai dan menikmati seni dengan kekayaan miliknya. Pria yang egois tapi berhati lembut dan pria dominan. Pria yang tidak pernah bisa berkomitmen karena pengalaman masa lalunya.

On Christmas people should be with their loved ones in the safety of their homes, but I don't have any loved ones, and I'm in the one place that I hate, where I swore never to come back, afraid that I'll get even more broken, and it seems that the more I try to get away, the more obstacles I encounter. "I know a shop not very far from here, and they have the best mechanics in town. If you want, I could come with you and give you directions, I'm heading that way anyway, and for your kindness, I'll make your biggest wish come true," Said the old crazy Santa that jumped in front of my car out of nowhere. "Can you teleport me from here? In another city, country, even on a deserted island? Anywhere but here?" I know that it wasn't nice of me to be sarcastic, but he's the reason why I have to prolong my say here. "No." His short answer was said in an amused tone of voice, but I don't find anything funny right now. "But that's just because that's not your biggest wish." He states it as a fact as if he's never been more sure of anything in his life. I bite my tongue and pray that I won't see the two people I used o love the most, and which now, I despise the most, the two people responsible for my nightmares and my broken being.